I was tired. Tired enough that I was almost asleep while you worked on the computer. Nearly asleep I realized you’d left your desk and come to the side of the bed.
Sitting on the edge of the waterbed, you leaned down to kiss me. For once I wanted nothing to do with it and snuggled back into the warm bed.
“Come on, lets take a shower,” you said, knowing my fetish for cleanliness before sex.
“No,” I muttered in my sleepy voice.
“Come on,” you coaxed, “I’ll do all the work.”
All this time you were touching me, refusing to let me truly fall asleep. Knowing I had little chance of actually sleeping until you were satisfied, I said, “You’ll do all the work?”
“Promise.” You said with a smile.
So with you helping, I pulled myself out of the heat of the bed. You led me to the bathroom and while the shower heated up, you undressed me.
Silently, I allowed you to pull my shirt off, then my pants. I know I wasn’t cooperative. I was still upset at being awoken. Finally you turned me around to unclasp my bra and the panties soon followed to the floor.
You guided me into the steamy shower and soaked me under the hot spray. The heat only seemed to contribute to my fog and it seemed more and more like a dream.
Gently you began to lather the soap and ran slippery hands over my shoulders and down my arms. My back was carefully washed and then my legs.